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February 21, 2003
After seeing The Quiet American, I indulge in a rant. Why does it always have to be about a woman!!! Worse yet, one who has only to stand there looking exotic and delicate. We know virtually nothing about her; only that the male leads are compelled to rush about saving/protecting her (which they do so very badly, of course).

And then it hits me. What a perfect metaphor for Vietnam! The mysterious, exotic little Asian whose true character and needs none of her “saviours” ever considered, let alone understood. Their hubris, weakness and naked desire were all that ever mattered.